Someday maybe our paths will cross,
And maybe the tears on my face will run dry.
Like a river bed, drained of all the water it once held.
Someday maybe our paths will cross,
And as our eyes bore into those of the other,
We will see which way the river flows.

Someday maybe our paths will cross,
And my once blinded mind and soul,
Will at last feel that satisfaction and content.
Someday maybe our paths will cross,
And as your fingerprints are once more left on my heart,
I will know which road this sly world will have me take.

Someday maybe our paths will cross,
I think the encounter would leave me knowing,
Leave me understanding for the rest of time.
Someday maybe our paths will cross,
But the encounter would just leave me thirsting,
Thirsting for the peace that I will never find.

Thanks guys, now I feel really lame, compliments make me embarrassed, lol. I try to write as much as possible, but school likes to ensure that is impossible pretty much all the time, with the amount of work they dump on me, aha. All I'm writing at the moment, after my last story fizzled out about a month ago, is a recount of my experience of the Little Mix tour (God that sounds pathetic explained like that). Not the most creative thing in the world, lol.